tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39565732011-04-21T19:15:40.226-07:00Enrique and "The Butter"Yo, me.Heathernoreply@blogger.comBlogger1141100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-66608147906283685082007-09-04T18:54:00.001-07:002007-09-04T18:57:20.507-07:00Has Heath Been Hiding??No, silly people, I'm still here! I know you are all wondering where I've been the past few months. Well...the sad news is that my online life has been taken over by Myspace and Facebook. It's addicting. It's great for stalking people. I love it. And it's rather scary. Who knew that I'd find some dude I randomly made out with on Myspace, and that we shared some of the same Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-1175538821961045002007-04-02T11:21:00.000-07:002007-04-02T11:33:41.976-07:00Flying and such....So I gave up my weekend for work...which is not something I would normally consider, but the man who asked me to go to North Carolina for the weekend seemed like he was in a bind, so I broke down and said yes. All in all, the weekend was fine as I spent it at a college campus doing workshops on interviewing, resumes, etc...all stuff I enjoy. I did get to try grits for the Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-1169082103935444812007-01-17T16:59:00.000-08:002007-01-17T17:01:43.946-08:00Doomsday is only 5 minutes away!So I'm not sure if I should laugh, or go build myself a cave and hide away from the world. Apparently the US has a doomsday clock. I was not aware of this fact until I was checking out Yahoo news. Interesting. Apparently we are only 5 minutes til' midnight, and when it strikes midnight...well, beware folks! It was moved up from 7 minutes til' midnight to 5 becuase Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-1168488771917770452007-01-10T20:01:00.000-08:002007-01-10T20:15:10.536-08:00On a serious note....I rarely get serious with bloggy...but every once in awhile, I feel the need to take a moment out of my busy life, and re-think things. I happened to just read an article on the amount of homeless people in the US. Now, I don't really think a lot about homeless people...sometimes it's easier for me to think that those people chose to be homeless, or they are lazy, etc... It'sHeathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-1168213282310748192007-01-07T15:38:00.000-08:002007-01-07T15:41:22.326-08:00New Year, New Heath!So I've decided that 2007 is gonna be my year. I'm either going to meet the man of my dreams, walk off into the sunset, get the cute little house with the fence, 2.5 kids and puppy or bust. I am going to be 27 this year, and I now that I am starting to push 30, I'm gonna start pushing back! No more feeling sorry for myself, etc... (as I tend to do a lot). I'm going to be a Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-1165896174005469122006-12-11T20:01:00.000-08:002006-12-11T20:09:00.750-08:00MouthguardsSo I grind my teeth at night. Doesn't that sound appealing? Doesn't that make you just want to snuggle up to me at night? You know what I bet will sound even sexier? When I tell you that I get to wear a mouthguard at night because I grind my teeth! I mean, seriously. If that isn't a turn-on, than I don't know what is.I also think my lips are chapped because of my mouthguard. I never Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-1163299444273520852006-11-11T18:40:00.000-08:002006-11-11T18:44:04.286-08:00Bowling?So I tried my hand at bowling this past weekend while on a date. Mind you, I am from Milwaukee, and come from a long line of outstanding bowlers. My grandmother was practically a bowling legend....my father has over a 200 average ( I have been told this is good), my brother who has followed in the family tradition of being a great bowler. And then there is me....I......am.........AWFUL. Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-1160709907875021532006-10-12T20:21:00.000-07:002006-10-12T20:25:07.886-07:00I'm coldFor some reason I don't even remember anymore, I chose to live in Minnesota about 2 years ago. It is coming up on my 2 year anniversary, if you all wanted to know. But I digress. I live in Minnesota. It is currently a balmy 27 degrees and was snowing today. I have NO CLUE how to turn my heat on. I am not even kidding. I tried flipping some switch to turn it on, but since my teeth are Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-1158635951794068042006-09-18T20:09:00.000-07:002006-09-18T20:19:11.886-07:00Once Again, I Have Proved my Lack of CoordinationSo we can add kickball to the sports that I have hurt myself playing. Who know kicking around a large, red ball could be so dangerous? In the midst of playing a rousing game of kickball tonite, I was getting rather into this game as it was close all the way through. I went up to kick deciding I wanted to kick it towards third in hopes of getting onHeathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-1154298537237640582006-07-30T15:18:00.000-07:002006-07-30T15:33:29.803-07:00"Uh, Don't Quit Your Day Job!!"In order for you to understand this title, let me backtrack. I won a contest through the Onion where you get to be the non-celebrity, celebrity bartender of the week at a local bar. My picture was actually in the weekly edition of the Onion. I also had to send in 3 reasons why I should be picked as the winner, so I will enlighten you with what was in the paper:"The Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-1152153426955176522006-07-05T19:31:00.000-07:002006-07-05T19:37:06.970-07:00Wedding Recap....So this past weekend was spent in my best friend's wedding shaking my thang' around the dance floor. Apparently I have some pretty sweet dance moves, or so I've been told. But alas, let me back up....the "wedding" portion was wonderful - I spent the part where the bride walked down the aisle trying to hold back tears as my friend next to me was practically balling, so that reallyHeathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-1151275614011976302006-06-25T15:42:00.000-07:002006-06-25T15:46:54.023-07:00Why I Shouldn't be Trusted on RollerbladesSo for those who have been loyal readers from day one(all 3 of you), you know I have coordination issues...okay, so maybe more along the lines of I am NOT coordinated whatsoever.I adore rollerblading in the summer. Love it. I spend my summer cruising around Lake Calhoun, bee-bopping to my MP3 player. There are couple of spots on my path where it crosses aHeathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-1148079409570172252006-05-19T15:53:00.000-07:002006-05-19T15:56:49.580-07:00Moving.......sucks.As we all well know, moving sucks. Like, totally sucks. It sucks all of my time, my energy, my patience, etc....But, I am moving to a new place that has an indoor/outdoor pool, a dishwasher (this is very exciting for me!) and carpeting...can you believe it? Carpeting. Yes. I am going to live in an apartment with carpeting. Wow. I am moving up in the world, yes?In my obession Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-1145132551159101012006-04-15T13:20:00.000-07:002006-04-15T13:22:31.166-07:00My Obession with Taylor Hicks...Oh, for the love of Pete, I am addicted to American Idol this year! Why, oh why, do I watch such silly shows. It could be because I have exactly 5 normal channels, and there isn't much to chose from. Or it could be my desire to act younger than which I am. Whatever the reason, I have taken a strange liking to Taylor Hicks, the gray-haired guy who looks more like heHeathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-1143508383875409892006-03-27T17:09:00.000-08:002006-03-27T17:13:03.886-08:00Easter eggs and grass(literally...not the illegal kind!)So I bought an Easter bag, plastic eggs and the fake, green grass to display on my mantle. I decided I needed some Easter in my life. During this process, 2 things happened. One is that my cat decicded that shredding/attacking the grass was a good idea. A good rule of thumb : cats will attack/shred and eat the fake grass. The other thing Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-1143000691170890762006-03-21T20:08:00.000-08:002006-03-21T20:11:31.173-08:00DisturbingThis post isn't going to be my usual fun/wacky post. I don't like to use this blog has an outlet for anything except the silly things that go on in my life to amuse others, but something happened on Saturday night on my street that has gotten to me. 2 blocks from my house at 10 pm on Saturday, 4 people were walking to thier car...they were approached by 2 men, they had a gun, and asked Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-1141785374492523192006-03-07T18:22:00.000-08:002006-03-07T18:36:14.500-08:00Birthday...cake...yummSo my birthday is just around the corner. For awhile, I considered hiding underneath my bed with a pint of Ben and Jerry's Phish food, mourning the fact that I will be closer to 30 than 20. There really is no need to since it is my day to shine like the sun! I shall embrace my birthday! Yes! Yes! Yes!In other news, yet again, another "The Bachelor" down the tubes. ApparentlyHeathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-1136677845098718452006-01-07T15:46:00.000-08:002006-01-07T15:53:19.136-08:00Owww....my tailbone...I don't know why I subject myself to continuing to play sports that I have no skill at, but I decided to join a broomball leauge. For those of you not familiar, it's basically like hockey, except you have "brooms" as your stick, and instead of ice skates, you wear these rubber, moon-like shoes. And there is no puck (thank god!), it's acutually a squishy little ball. Me beingHeathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-1135708523874834802005-12-27T10:30:00.000-08:002005-12-27T10:35:23.883-08:00Holiday Cheer and BowlingWell, Christmas is over. I'm not really too sad about it as I am excited for the upcoming year ahead. Why, with 6 weddings to go to, and I'm in 3 of them, it will be the year of the wedding. I love weddings. I love being in them. I love dancing, eating, drinking, and repeating! I love gettind all dressed up, and I LOVE that there could be some single men lurking Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-1132534260118698412005-11-20T16:46:00.000-08:002005-11-20T16:51:00.130-08:00Wine and Cheese-Recipe for Party-Throwing Success!!Last night, I threw a splendid wine and cheese party. I had collected way too much wine over the past few years that needed to get drunk up. So I got some random cheese, about 16 people, and 15 bottles of wine..wowza! I had a great time singing and dancing in my living room to my mustard bottle I stole from a bar. The highlight in the evening wasHeathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-1131922573531098982005-11-13T14:52:00.000-08:002005-11-13T14:56:13.540-08:00My Qwest to be Single ForeverThere are days where I feel like no matter what I do, my destiny is to be eternally single. Now, I typically don't feel the need to write about my love-life on blobby, and I'm not going to start now. But, that being said, in general, I think I have some of the worst luck in the history of the universe when it comes to dating. That's all I'm gonna say.Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-1129161229945544222005-10-12T16:50:00.000-07:002005-10-12T16:53:49.950-07:00Yes, I own a cat, and I'm not afraid to admit it!!Okay, so in the midst of not having a roomie, I decided to get a cat. Now, I'm not exactly the biggest "cat" person you could say, but after living alone for a year, I decided I needed a companion. This is what us single girls have to do to get by without a man I suppose! I do like my cat, for the most part. Her name is "Muffin." I couldn't think Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-1126055391984468982005-09-06T18:04:00.000-07:002005-09-06T18:09:51.990-07:00"Uh Oh-Hot Dog!"Anyone who has seen the wonderfully hilarious "Mad TV" knows the orgins of the title of this entry. The lovely little Chinese man who likes to exlaim in the middle of a conversation, "uh-oh, hot dog!" and "It's like......tap,tap, tap" was the theme of Labor Day weekend. Best friend Jean came up for a visit to the always exciting Twin Cities to spend some quality time w/me, Shasta,Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-1125281194068963452005-08-28T19:02:00.000-07:002005-08-28T19:06:34.073-07:00Big Girl School!I have decided to go to what I lovingly refer to as "big girl school." You may wonder with delight as to exactly what big girl school is, yes? Well, I shall entertain your curiousity. I have decided(in about a 2-week time frame) to go back to school for a Master's in Management. I am not exactly sure why I am calling it big girl school, but all of a sudden, I feel like, uh...way Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-1122837526888315662005-07-31T12:13:00.000-07:002005-07-31T12:18:46.893-07:00Last night......I thought it'd be a good idea to drink like I was back in college. Ummm, yeah, I paid the price this morning after waking up with a headache, dry mouth and rather queasy. After downing 4 Red Bull's and vodka, 2 Long Islands, 1 Sex on the Beach and a shot of some sort, I was quite set for the evening! To top off the evening, I had the yummest, greasiest piece of pizza from the Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-1120182028487842302005-06-30T18:33:00.000-07:002005-06-30T18:40:28.493-07:00My new jobby..........is rather interesting to say the least. I think anyone who actually reads this stuff knows about my new job that I started on Monday with Hertz. So far, this week has been rather, well, umm....insane?! The job istelf is very un-sctructured, which can be good and bad. I can pretty much do whatever I want to do in creating a college recruiting plan, so my plan of attack is to Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-1119037832300244962005-06-17T12:46:00.000-07:002005-06-17T12:50:32.306-07:00Is it time to go home yet?I am sitting here at work, practically staring the clock in the corner of my computer, praying that time will fly by like an Eagle...or not. Just did get a random phone call from a man asking if I was looking for some chairs....what part of "Staffing, this is Heather" do you not understand? I am working, you psycho, who are you asking me if I need chairs?? Honestly. Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-1117115299501779332005-05-26T06:44:00.000-07:002005-05-26T06:48:19.506-07:00Vote for Pedro...coming to a town near you!This Friday, Shasta and I are attending the "Vote for Pedro" tour. Exactly what it is, no one quite knows at this point. Although we are planning on wearing our matching Napolean Dynamite t-shirts, and are hoping to snag a picture with Kip and Pedro, who will be there. I wonder if Kip will be in his gansta' form, or nerd form. Either one, I am totally Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-1114889012567739712005-04-30T12:15:00.000-07:002005-04-30T12:23:32.566-07:00Uh-oh!Just got a call from my mom asking if I wanted her to come visit anytime soon....I'm like, "uh......ohhhh, yeah....maybe in the fall...." Not that I don't enjoy spending time with my mom, but after just being home for the weekend, I feel this may not be in my best interest. As soon as I walk in the door, it is like she turns on a switch and basically, won't be silent. It is a constant Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-1113535401567575862005-04-14T20:22:00.000-07:002005-04-14T20:23:21.566-07:00Spring is Here...thankfully!The weather in Minneapolis is, franlkly, wonderful!!! I am loving the warm weather, dressing and being all "trendy" with my spring clothes, sitting outside at lunch and reading my book, longing for a hot dog from the self-titled "hot dog man", etc....the list goes on and on. Life here is good....and I am busy beyond belief.And the good news is soccer is over and I got Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-1111552072082795662005-03-22T20:23:00.000-08:002005-03-22T20:27:52.083-08:00I Caught You A Delicious Bass........for my birthday. Okay, so guess what...I am OBSESSED with Napolean Dynamite. For real, guys, I can't stop thinking about the movie! I want to watch it every night, but then I tell myself that I musn't watch it all the time and save it for the weekend. This has proven to be a rather hard task for me as I find myself thinking about it pretty much all day.I am 25Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-1111069758827447672005-03-17T06:27:00.000-08:002005-03-17T06:29:18.826-08:00Give me your Tots...I am now the proud owner of my 3rd DVD "Napolean Dynamite" thanks to my manager. Yay!!!I can't wait to watch it over and over and over......Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-1110742750952905412005-03-13T11:34:00.000-08:002005-03-13T11:39:10.953-08:00Who Am I?Okay, well, yeah, I know who I am, but lately, I feel like I've turned into some psycho Minneapolis transplant here to help other individuals like myself find eachother and become friends. Honestly. I am in the midst of putting together a random kicball team, and trying to organize my birthday bash and then trying to get together a posse to head out on St.Patrick's evening....I am Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-1110063811361695212005-03-05T15:00:00.000-08:002005-03-05T15:03:31.363-08:004am Fun....Last night, I thought it'd be a grrrrrrrreat idea to get my drink on and stay up til' freakin' 4am!! Who does that at my ripe old age of 24??? Of course, I will be 25 in T-2 weeks, and maybe I figure that I'm clearly not getting any younger. And that I have now wasted away most of my day by sleeping on my couch.I have to say, though, that it was a fun night...especially the part where Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-1108524961165431362005-02-15T19:27:00.000-08:002005-02-15T19:36:01.166-08:00The day AFTER Valentine's Day.......nothing exciting happened! Ha, you thought something did. You know, for someone who is continually single, being alone on V-day really didn't bother me. For one, "Las Vegas" was on tv, with that hottie Josh Dumahel (or spelled something like that!). And then I got a call from a friend asking if I wanted to be "her valentine" since she was single, too. All in Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-1107658810056037672005-02-05T18:53:00.000-08:002005-02-05T19:00:10.056-08:00Mommy and Me Together Again....
So, I innocently invite my mother to town for the weekend in Minneapolis. I THINK this will be great fun, a splendid idea, a lovely weekend (you get my drift) considering I hadn't seen her since Christmas. Ummmm, yeah. Not totally the case. Although I do enjoy my mother, since I've been living on my own, I have a system down, you know, a ceratin routine as how my Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-1107119265801954292005-01-30T13:04:00.000-08:002005-01-30T13:07:45.800-08:00For Some Reason....
...I thought I would actually be good at playing soccer after not have played it for 6+years. Sadly, I found out today that is NOT the case. After my horrendous try at touch football, I decided to give a soccer league a shot. I figured since I played in high school, and actually wasn't too shabby, that this would be a much easier and fun league for me to join. And after Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-1106508284174068422005-01-23T11:10:00.000-08:002005-01-23T11:24:44.173-08:00Owww, My Neck Hurts!
Among other things...for some reason, last night, I must have slept on my neck the wrong way, because yeah...it hurts. Badly. And so does my ankle. I hurt my ankle by accidently hitting it in the bathroom door at work. Nice work, Heath.
Anyway...I am supposed to be studying for the GMAT's now....and for those of you who read my blobby back in the day, you know what my study Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-1105907340437881792005-01-16T13:17:00.000-08:002005-01-16T12:29:00.436-08:00Am I really a blonde?
In a matter of a 24 hour period, I have questioned a number of times if I am a total moron. I somehow managed to not save correctly a rather important number in my cell phone, then I accidently "pranked" someone that is a rather embarassing moment for me, and finally...I managed to set off my fire alarm twice in my apartment. Honestly.
Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-1105326846350278242005-01-09T19:08:00.000-08:002005-01-09T19:14:06.350-08:00About boys...
So it's been awhile since there have been this many boys in my life! And most of them aren't the most desirable men in the world, but hey, I won't complain!
I would really love to elaborate on them, but seeing as anyone can do a Yahoo! search with my name, and stumble across blobby, I shall zip my lips.
Anyway. Today is rather depressing as my beloved Green Bay Packers lost to Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-1104422722628678572004-12-30T08:04:00.000-08:002004-12-30T08:05:22.626-08:00You know your grocery store is "sketchy" when….
The following occurs: you walk into the store, and a large sign greets you with the following phrase "WARNING: The grocery carts automatically lock their wheels when they are taking beyond the green lines surrounding the store."
I couldn't help but be amused and slightly scared at the same time.
Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-1104333823525944362004-12-29T07:22:00.000-08:002004-12-29T07:23:43.526-08:00I do have friends...
Who are coming to visit me on New Year's Eve...yay! Finally. I will have a life for one night here in the lovely Twin Cities.
That's all I wanted to say. Really.
Hope everyone had a splendid Christmas...I think a total of 3 people read this thing, so yeah.
Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-1103424660404798392004-12-18T18:44:00.000-08:002004-12-18T18:51:00.403-08:00Yep, for those of you who missed the last year of my life, here goes it:
1. What did you do in 2004 that you'd never done before?
Moved to a new city by myself; live alone in a really cool apartment, take kung-fu/self-defense class….
2. Did you keep your New Year's resolutions, and will you make more for next year?
hmmmm, not sure if I made any resolutions. I might make one or two for next Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-1103057776303220232004-12-14T13:54:00.000-08:002004-12-14T12:56:16.303-08:00Everyone was Kung-Fu fighting…..
La la la la la…….yep, last night, it was kung-fu time again! And I again prove that I look like a crazed monkey who has eaten too much "I Can't Believe It's Not Butter." See, the problem I have with my class is the whole "being coordinate" thing. I really don't got coordination going on….you have to do footwork at the same time, throwing punches. This did not workHeathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-1102432621762731322004-12-07T07:16:00.000-08:002004-12-07T07:17:01.763-08:00I Am Sore….
Literally. My body feels like it's been through a car wash minus the car. Last night, I decided to try this self-defense/karate type class. It's some form of karate that focuses on kung-fu street fighting (no joke). But in doing my research on self-defense classes, it was suggested that the only beneficial self-defense classes are the ones that focus on street fighting and real-life Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-1102088612672508962004-12-03T07:40:00.000-08:002004-12-03T07:43:32.673-08:00I Think I Punctured My Lung....
So. Football on Wednesday night....ummm, yeah. So I was attempting to defend this guy on the other team, when all of a sudden, he decides it would be a good idea to slam his elbow into my ribcage/lungs. At that point, my brain went a little foggy, and in the next play, I was really out of it. I pretended, of course, that I was fine and that nothing happened. Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-1102000317904545912004-12-02T07:11:00.000-08:002004-12-02T07:11:57.903-08:00Living in a sauna in Minneapolis…
Who would have thought that I would be living in a heat box in the dead of winter in Minneapolis? Yet, it is true. My apartment is like a 90-degree day in July. Although I do enjoy the warmth, it is almost too much for me to handle. Last night, I slept with my flannel sheet, and I hate sheets. And I was sweating. And it was like, 10 degrees outside.
In other newsHeathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-1100643980724944722004-11-16T14:24:00.000-08:002004-11-16T14:26:20.723-08:00Blobby deserves an update…yah!
Hopefully I will have exciting updates once I start my co-ed touch football league on Wednesday nights.
All is fine here in the lovely Twin Cities. I move into the new place this weekend…should be a real FUN time with the parents and a Uhaul truck. Or not.
Anyhoo.....watch out for sugar-free candy...it can wreck havoc on your stomach. That's all I'm gonna say on Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-1099865391942035482004-11-07T14:01:00.000-08:002004-11-07T14:09:51.943-08:00Revised For the Times....
So this is my revised post in regards to my previous one on the South. My post was mostly an angry reaction to the election outcome, and in no way meant to offend the people I know who are from or who currently live in the South. Not only is my family Christian, but my dad does own many guns. Of course, my comments were sweeping generalazations, and there could be many Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-1097516985202634212004-10-11T10:48:00.000-07:002004-10-11T10:49:45.203-07:00Watch out Vikings fans, here Heath roar!!
So for the few people who actually read this stuff, I have FINALLY found a new job---I am moving to Minneapolis, MN in 3 weeks!! Can't even believe how excited I am about it! A new city, a new job, a new life, love....etc.....let the list continue. I of course will be showing my Wisconsin pride every which way I can including wearing my Brett Favre jerseyHeathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-1095871950992520002004-09-22T09:52:00.000-07:002004-09-22T09:52:30.993-07:00It is truly "Amazing!"
Yes, it is true. I recently did get sucked into the Amazing Race. And quickly saw that Collin is the biggest jerky jerk ever. Honestly. I know everyone was all in bundle about Chip and Kim and how they yielded, and then lied about the flag thingy, but seriously....it is a game, people, and they played it well! I would have done the same thing. Your not there to make friendsHeathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-1095710213662365532004-09-20T13:56:00.000-07:002004-09-20T12:56:53.663-07:00Why I May or May Not Fly Again
So, I have suddenly realized that I have gone on 5 "airplane" trips in the past 5 months. Me a busy bee. As you can see from a previous post, I had what I thought to be a horrifying experience with turbulence on the plane. That story was outdone by my past trip this past weekend when going to Norfolk/Virginia Beach, VA on Friday during the freaking' hurricane! The Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-1092678839675718612004-08-16T10:50:00.000-07:002004-08-16T10:53:59.676-07:00Show me State?
So I was walking out of work the other day and saw a license plate from the state of MO that had on it "The Show-Me State." Now, see, this greatly confuses me as I have been to St.Louis, MO(thanks to Clare!), and when I got off the plane, I didn't get shown nothing. Please. Someone explain to me what it was I was supposed to be shown because somehow, I got jipped.
In other news, IHeathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-1091735066072591192004-08-05T12:43:00.000-07:002004-08-05T12:44:26.073-07:00The Dumbest Thing Ever:
So I work in staffing. And we send checklists w/our new hire packages explaining in detail what they need to fax back and to where. Had this chick from India call me and read me back pretty much verbatim the entire checklist "confirming" with me that that is what she needed to fax back. And we are PAYING these people what??? Yeah. I was like "uh, yeah, please follow the Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-1089660515849960442004-07-12T12:27:00.000-07:002004-07-12T12:28:35.850-07:00T-CON, VOC, SSO??
What do these things have in common? They are "buzzwords" used here at GE. Right now, I'm on a T-CON. Maybe you have heard of it. Or not. It's short for teleconference. And let me tell you, the subject of this T-con is way beyond thrilling. We are discussing the messed up processes of how new hires get email accounts and how thier equipment is ordered. Wow. I can hardly stand Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-1089241143321736242004-07-07T15:58:00.000-07:002004-07-07T15:59:03.320-07:00Uh Oh, Spaghetti Ooooo's??
I've been doing it again. Watching that dang National Geographic Channel with those specials of planes crashing. I told myself after about the 5th one that I'd watched that I would be cut off. I forgot that I had cut myself off and suddenly realized that I shouldn't be watching these programs when I was about 45 minutes into it. And it's only an hour program. Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-1088030882583514892004-06-23T15:42:00.000-07:002004-06-23T15:48:02.583-07:00Why I May Never Fly Again
Yep, I am totally serious. I went to visit Jean this past weekend in VA Beach, Va(which was a splendid time!) and I had some very interesting travel expeireinces. First off, my flight was cancelled on my way there b/c of bad weather. Whatever. I got that figured out and they booked me on another airline. So yeah. Get there, we have splendid weather, went out, hit the Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-1086917151441213732004-06-10T18:16:00.000-07:002004-06-10T18:25:51.440-07:00Ummmmmm, Yeah?
Like my new post title? Really catches your attention, right? Or not.
So I have to personally apolgize to Clare for not knowing for almost 2 weeks that she was unemployed. But honestly. She MAKES me learn about her life through her blobby. Which is fine. But I like email, too...it's more personal. We don't have 1 on 1 interaction through blobby, and that makes me sad :( Anyway. I Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-1086660754930861362004-06-07T19:05:00.000-07:002004-06-07T19:12:34.930-07:00The Attack of the Killer Desk
Bet you never thought your desk could attack you. Mine did. Today, to be exact. It was insanse. It was like piles upon piles of papers everywhere, folders stacked as high as cotton, pens and highlighters scattered randmoly....it was insane. I played a game with myself in where I hid underneath my desk in hopes that the objets on my desk would not find me and decide Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-1083953361784566312004-05-07T11:09:00.000-07:002004-05-07T11:13:43.653-07:00Why...
Does my bottom area of my mouth still hurt from the whole wisdom tooth incident? I don't know, but all of a sudden, it has been bothering me again.
You know, a few days ago, I had this really great burst of creativity and had this really great idea for blobby, but now it has slipped my mind. Oh well. I will continue writing in hopes it will come to me again.
In other news....ha, gotcha,Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-1081534376310823062004-04-09T11:12:00.000-07:002004-04-09T11:16:43.733-07:00Sooooooooooooooooooo Sorry
Shasta brought to my attention(it was correct of her to do so!) that I hadn't update blobby regarding our trip to visit her in the Twin Cities. So I did have a v.g. time:) Enjoyed thoroughly inhaling mass amounts of taco dip, hitting World's Market-which I have a strange obsession for, and kicking it downtown for some fun in the city. The highlight of the weekend was Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-1081361533473653742004-04-07T11:12:00.000-07:002004-04-07T11:15:55.280-07:00"Why Yes, I've Got Acquaintances Up There"
A perfect example of that Southern charm I so dearly love. I was in New Orleans this past weekend for some good ol' fashioned Cajun fun with Greathen( a friend whom I studied abroad with) and her crazy, fun-lovin mother! It was a very hot and spicy weekend to say the least. That quote came from our male waiter who exclaimed that in his Southern drawl Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-1080758012080414072004-03-31T10:33:00.000-08:002004-03-31T10:37:03.966-08:00The Time Has Come
to make a new addition to blobby! How I've missed it. Okay, so not really considering I can count on one hand how many people actually read this.
Let us take a trip back to the most fabulous date of the year-March 19th! It is fabulous b/c it was my birthday! Okay, so it really wasn't that great. The highlight was when I got hit on by a 29 year old married with child. At least Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-1079370251914630192004-03-15T09:04:00.000-08:002004-03-15T09:07:23.030-08:00Sweet Home Bahma’?
Yes, I am coming home to Alabama. I realize it is time to update blobby. He has been lonely without me to comfort him this past month. I have spent the last weekend in the lovely and very cool town of Birmingham, AL visiting a dear friend and European travel buddy, Clare. I was pleasantly surprised by how much I really enjoyed Alabama. Ok, so I only was in Birmingham one Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-1076020668744566142004-02-05T14:37:00.000-08:002004-02-05T14:40:08.216-08:00What is
painful, hurting in my mouth?? Yes, my jaw. It hurts and I would like for it to stop. That would be fresh as a daisy if the pain would go away. I have nothing funny to say today except that I took some asprin. I think I might be allergic to asprin. I took 2 of them and then I started to feel funny. I could be dying. You never knowHeathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-1075944465755487572004-02-04T17:27:00.000-08:002004-02-04T17:30:04.060-08:00Me likey it here in Madison. But I am hungry now! Give me food I say.Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-1075751718886828582004-02-02T11:55:00.000-08:002004-02-02T11:57:33.843-08:00So. Yeah.
My teeth still hurt and it has now been over 2 weeks. Gotta love that. It makes for some interesting nights where I wake up with a shooting pain in my face.
Did ya'll catch the super bowl half-time show where Janet and Justin decided to make it an R-rated show?? I caught it, then disregarded it as I really couldn't believe that Justin would actually rip her shirt off and expose her Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-1074617890106734042004-01-20T08:58:00.000-08:002004-01-20T09:00:07.670-08:00House of Pain
I wish I could describe to you what I am going through. Let me try to give you a mental picture. First of all, my jaws and gums hurt like you wouldn’t believe. I have dry sockets. Yep, they decided to appear to treat me to a grand time. I have this medicated gauze in one of my holes where the tooth was pulled. This is really interesting because not only does it take the pain away, Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-1074194815068142412004-01-15T11:26:00.000-08:002004-01-15T11:28:46.763-08:00Me=Cave Woman!??
I have come to the conclusion that my mouth must be structured around cave women. Let me back track—I am getting my wisdom teeth pulled tomorrow, and was trying to figure out why we even HAD wisdom teeth since we obviously don’t use them anymore. The only reasonable explanation is that cave women had them to knaw on meats and other food-like objects. I know this theory may have Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-1073686430008673922004-01-09T14:13:00.000-08:002004-01-09T14:15:34.043-08:00Almost
....forgot to give a big shout out to Shasta and the family on her being a first-time aunt!! Oliva is her name, being cute is her game!!
Congrats again!
Also, did I mention I have started taking Pilates? Yes, I have. If anyone wants to feel muscles working that they didn't know they had, then take Pilates! Ding dong, what a work out!Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-1073685958162631722004-01-09T14:05:00.000-08:002004-01-09T14:15:58.860-08:00Fo’ Shizzle Whizzle Dizzle Mizzle?!!
Yeah, whatever that means! Anyway, sorry I haven’t updated in like, 10 years, but Christmas around my office was insane considering I was the only one here for a good part of the 2 weeks. Didn’t have much time to do anything besides chilling at my desk.
Let me backtrack a bit. Christmas—good times. My brother came home from the Navy and was interesting to Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-1070469198987320142003-12-03T08:33:00.000-08:002003-12-03T08:34:13.716-08:00Christmas time as come!
There will be toys for everyone…. including me. Do you know what I did the day after Thanksgiving? I got up at approximately 5:15 am to race to Boston Store to get a down comforter, then to Sears for a $27 brand-name DVD playa’. Needless to say, I was NOT bright-eyed and bushy-tailed…considering I don’t even have a tail, I don’t know how this could be. It as well worth Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-1068609511925025402003-11-11T19:58:00.000-08:002003-11-11T19:58:57.843-08:00Of course, I meant "Mr. Winkles", my favorite stuffed dog.Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-1068609251949708212003-11-11T19:54:00.000-08:002003-11-11T19:54:37.890-08:00They Call Me Mr. Wiggles
Okay, so they don't, but play along anyway.
Since this past weekend, I have had an outpouring of people practically BEGGING me to update my blobby since it has provided much enjoyment to all. So here goes.
This past weekend was spent with my favorite "Kentucky Woman" of course, it is you, Clare! and my favorite peeps from Madtown enjoying a rousing game of Taboo--Would Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-1063995140619079522003-09-19T11:01:00.000-07:002003-09-19T11:23:45.793-07:00What is Mr.Winkle??
Words cannot describe who is is, or what he is. Is he alive? Is he dead and has just been stuffed? Why does his tongue never move position? Does he ride on the SS Winkle a lot and yell "toot, toot" to people who pass by?
The story of Mr. Winkle and I came together is a simple, yet surprisingly funny tale. It was the best of times, the worst of times...I was in a dollar storeHeathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-1063909907135723052003-09-18T11:31:00.000-07:002003-09-18T11:31:46.836-07:00This is extremely exciting!!
If you see below, I have now added a place where you can add your comments to the lovely blobby. If you click on "Yo, talk to me", you can leave me comments, suggestions, love letters, etc...
Don't be surprised if there aren't many comments. I don't think too many people actually read this. But I welcome strangers to my world.
Thanks to Clare for getting it all up Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-1063823051452631032003-09-17T11:23:00.000-07:002003-09-18T08:21:13.176-07:00Where have all of the KFC’s gone?
Reading Clare’s blobby made me think of Kentucky Fried Chicken restaurants. I wondered why you don’t see too much of them around anymore? I would think they would be highly prevelant in Kentucky, like one on every corner. I highly doubt The Kernal would disappoint me if I visited Kentucky in search for them. There used to be one in my hometown, but it went away Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-1062616721811827252003-09-03T12:18:00.000-07:002003-09-03T12:18:41.813-07:00YAWZZAAAA!!!!!
Well little chicklets, I decided it was time to update the blobster. Of course, it has been years and most of you had probably forgotten about me by now, but for those who faithfully check up on me every once in awhile, and in response to the thousands that have been at me to update it will finally be able to read about the joyous moments called my life.
To keep the momentum goingHeathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-1057547970027398442003-07-06T20:19:00.000-07:002003-07-06T20:19:29.996-07:00Excuse Me?
What is up with this new blobby thing??? This greatly disturbs me since I usually balk against change. Especially when it requries me to yet again try to figure out how to navigate through the world of blobbers.
The most disturbing news by far is that Enrique and Anna want to have children-have you all heard? I mean, the nerve, hello, they aren't even married? And isn't he supposed toHeathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-956022722003-06-12T12:57:00.000-07:002003-06-12T12:57:13.660-07:00Praire Dogs for All!!
Everyone who reads this will be entitled to thier very own praire dog!!! How exciting is this, you ask? Yes, it is quite exciting. I have decided that in my next interview, when they ask if I have any questions, I will simply ask "So tell me what YOU would do if you had a praire dog knawing on your face?" I for one think this would be an excellent question to ask(many thanksHeathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-951713872003-06-01T18:32:00.000-07:002003-06-01T18:32:14.053-07:00WHERE IS THE MOLE?
To all my truly devoted Enrique fans out there-EXACTLY where is my beloved's mole? Yes, I have seen the pictures and have heard the stories...to my sadness...IT IS GONE. Gone, like not on his face anymore, like it was SURGICALLY REMOVED(or possibly knawed off by his skank woman Anna Kourankova). This is a sad day in the lives of Enrique fans. Us true fans knew the mole was a Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-943074962003-05-13T20:55:00.000-07:002003-05-13T20:55:33.280-07:00Me Vs. Reality TV
Okay, so I am addicted it. I can't help it. First off, TinaFab. getting booted off..how sad, really, she was pretty cool with her heels and throwing large balls around. I liked her. But I too do not want to be barefoot and pregant on a vineyard in CA.....yeah, right! Anything would be better than struggling to find a full-time job in this economy! I just wrote emails to my Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-939038122003-05-06T20:10:00.000-07:002003-05-06T20:10:02.220-07:00H Diddy Dawg in the House!
Big news back at the farm...I got a job!! Ha, before you jump up and down in a delirious excitement and fall to the ground in happiness..hear me out. It is part time. It is as an human resource assistant. It is about 35 minutes away. It may or may not lead into full time, permanenet. Everything is up in the air at the moment. I do have my own office in which I have Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-930588352003-04-22T10:52:00.000-07:002003-04-22T10:52:36.810-07:00Bee's Knees and other odditeis of "The Bachelor"
Anyone catch when the bachelor looked at his tie and said "yeah, it's the bee's knees?" Well, I did, and I just about busted out of my chair laughing. I swear I have heard that phrase before..Clare, is that your Kentucky Woman influence on me again??? A rundown of the women- Liz-TOTAL dramatic psycho, TinaFaboluos-I have found a new liking for her Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-927291502003-04-16T11:25:00.000-07:002003-04-16T11:25:05.936-07:00Feeling like you need another trip to the bathroom?
I think someone laid an egg or something b/c it smells like someone had some nasty gas, possibly from something they ate at lunch...perhaps they should rethink eating 12 hard-boiled eggs???
I need a mask....Even I can't handle the stench.Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-926913672003-04-15T20:08:00.000-07:002003-04-15T20:08:08.186-07:00Sip Bacardi like.. Your a Temp...
I figured it was time to update since I went to read Clare's and was welcomed with about 5 extremely long entries which took me hours upon hours to get through since I read them at "work"aka-where I sit in a cubbie and play on the internet when no one is walking by, but when I hear the footsteps of someone, I quickly minimize the screen and look like I am very Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-913862952003-03-25T19:07:00.000-08:002003-03-25T19:07:04.030-08:00Yeah I know
that I suck and am never going to find damn job I swear! Today I had an interview with Frito-Lay and this guy is going on gushing over me how great he thinks I will be, etc...I was like, cut the crap, give me a job, or I will kill your dog Pookie. Not that he has a dog named Pookie, but I figured it was a good, classic doggy-type name.
This weekend should prove to be a fun-filled Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-912550952003-03-23T19:03:00.000-08:002003-03-23T19:03:09.403-08:00Were gonnna party like...it's your birthday..
Yeah, so thanks to all my wonderful friends who actually rememberd my b-day on March 19!! And for those of you who didn't, well, you can forget ever being my friend again. But if you want to send presents, I feel that would most likely make up for it.
The job hunt continues. I got a beautifully written rejection letter today that left me in a sad Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-907420212003-03-14T18:06:00.000-08:002004-11-04T11:27:39.630-08:00"Be kind to your knees-you will miss them when there gone..."
Hi Munchees!! Welcome to the unemployed pathetic life of Heather (aka. "Heath").
So I lie. I have a job. The dreaded "temp" job. Do you ever notice the stigma that goes along with that word? The women in my office looked at me like I had butter(only "I Can't Believe It's Not Butter" would do) oozing out of every crevice of my body. NO,Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-905045862003-03-10T21:34:00.000-08:002003-03-10T21:39:29.000-08:00BIG NEWS
Yeah, that got your attention, right? No, sorry to mislead any of you are actually left reading this junk, but there really is no big news. Yes, I did quit my job at Target. Let me tell you, it was one of the worst jobs in my life. I hate retail. Therefore, I am not quite sure why I though I could ever pull off being a Target exec. Maybe the money enticed me, maybe the glamour of being Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-887655572003-02-08T11:24:00.000-08:002003-02-08T11:24:19.033-08:00I can't predict worth crap
Apparently my reality tv skills are going down the tubes fast. Every time I pick the winner, it turns out to be the other. For example, Joe Millionaire, whom I thought would pick Mellisa.Oops, wrong...The Bachelor-Aaron, who I was totally convinced he was going to pick Brooke, of course picked the annoying laughing Helene, who are now not even engaged anyway! I give upHeathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-882797172003-01-30T10:31:00.000-08:002003-01-30T10:31:09.106-08:00It's Been Awhile
Yeah, yeah, I know, I haven't been updating my blobby very much. What can I say, I spend 3+ hours in the car everyday, am out the door by 6:30 AM and in bed by 10 PM. Doesn't leave much time for me excpet to watch Joe Millionaire. Which was absoultely the funniest thing I have seen in awhile. The "ahhh ahh" and "slurp" on the bottom of the screen was really too much for me to Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-875523492003-01-16T13:10:00.000-08:002003-01-16T13:10:43.100-08:00Dreamy...
For all of you who missed this past Sunday's showing of "Driven-Enrique"--let me give you the highlights...he is hot..he has always been hot, and that show proved he is hot and talented. Need I say more?
I have also encourgaged Clare to jump her stockroom boy, along with some other great Heather advice on how to get a man.
I have strange, red bump on my finger that itches. I don't know Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-872367142003-01-10T13:57:00.000-08:002003-01-10T13:57:29.943-08:00Sunday, 8pm, VH1..be there
This Sunday is the highly anticpated Driven starring none other than the title of my blobby. I saw a preview for it the other night and practically was jumping up and down in hysteria and excitement. Do not plan on contacting me in any way, shape or form during that precious hour of my life.
What have I been doing otherwise, you ask? Well, nothing. I go to bed extremelyHeathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-868896452003-01-03T12:14:00.000-08:002003-01-03T12:14:26.770-08:00The Newest Addition
to my family is....da da da....my new car!! Yes, say goodbye to my baby rat geo metro(which I won't miss!), becasue I just got a brand new cavelier! Yep, only 10 miles on it when I drove it off the lot. It was a special moment had by all. I do love it, I got it with some fun options and it's a cutie, like its owner of course!
Anyway, New Year's Eve-yes, it was rather Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-864506372002-12-23T13:39:00.000-08:002002-12-23T13:39:18.026-08:00The Party Will Live Forever in My Heart(or in a bucket containg undigested potatoe ole's)
Grad day was a day to remember. Drinking at about 3pm until midnight did a number on me. The pinata was a big success, but I seemed to have problemes pronouncing it and refrred to it as a "piata." Yeah, can we say hammered? Some highlights include dancing around to Starship's "We can build this dream Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-863046002002-12-19T21:00:00.000-08:002002-12-19T21:00:59.510-08:00YO, SEND ME MONEY
One exam left, and the university is letting me free. Scary thought, hey?? It really is over. I can't believe it. As I was packing up my room the other day, I started getting a little emotional. I have 4 1/2 years of memories that are some of the coolest and awesomest I have ever had, but it is time to kick it to the "real world" whatever that is supposed to be. This Saturday isHeathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-861923592002-12-17T16:35:00.000-08:002002-12-17T16:35:10.736-08:00The End Is Near
I can see the light at the end of my tunnel called "college." Wheather or not I really want to see this light is not for certain. I was in the library attempting to study, on the fifth floor, which is well known that it is the "quiet floor"(why on earth the library has to actually post a sign that says that is insantity in a bottle), when this stupid, rat of an idiot guy comes by Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-860943662002-12-15T21:47:00.000-08:002002-12-15T21:47:09.640-08:00Gotta Love My Packers!!
Guess who won the game today? Of course, the best team in the NFL-the packers! Honey, I ain't no fair weather fan! In true fashion of them, it was a nailbitter till' the bitter end, but we came out on top.
Last night, the "infamous" memory dinner consisted of 7 girls all spruced up at a nice resturant, wine flowing like a wild river...it was a great time had by all. My Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956573.post-859076212002-12-12T11:38:00.000-08:002002-12-12T11:38:12.213-08:00Someday...
I think we will be together. Who am I referring to? Enrique, of course, you silly goose eggs! Okay, so maybe we may not be together. But I had the most amazing dream the other night that involved me eating lunch with him, and when we were waiting for our food, he said that I was "awesome." Hello, is that not a sign to all of you that we are not meant to be?
For a minute today, I Heathernoreply@blogger.com